by Jan Bailey

It's a good thing there weren't many people in the theater. The movie was romantic and sad. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks and I hoped no one noticed. I thought it strange, when a man sat next to me. After all, there were plenty of seats. I didn't think too much about it though, because another poignant scene, played out before me on the screen, soon had me in tears again. I was so upset that when the man patted me on the knee I felt comforted, and it was only natural to lean my head against his broad shoulder while I tried to cry silently.

He held a dark colored canvas coat on his lap, and he fumbled through its pockets until he came up with a napkin which he handed to me without saying a word. Gratefully, I reached for it, smiling my gratitude and taking the opportunity to look at his face. He was clean-shaven, attractive, dark hair, and had a sympathetic look on his face. I looked down at the napkin as I dabbed my eyes and as a light scene flashed across the screen I saw a McDonald's imprint with the arches across it. It was rather stiff and made a scratchy sound as I wiped the tears from my face, but I was glad to have it.

When I had finished the man put his arm around me, patting my shoulder in a comforting way. I sniffed once and snuggled into the warmth of his side. Good thing I hadn't put on any make-up before I ran out of the house in a rage. My husband had pissed me off again. Why, I left in such a hurry, I hadn't even put on a bra, and I had some really big tits. Luckily my blouse was cotton and loose so no one could be sure what I hadn't worn underneath. In fact my tits were so big they were in the way on the wooden armrest and I hiked them up a little so I'd be more comfortable. Of course this put my boob right into the man's side. But he didn't seem to mind.

He didn't even move away.

He must have known the armrest had pinched a little because he put his coat across both of us, I guess he thought I was cold, and stuck his hand inside my blouse and massaged me on the nipple where it hurt. His touch was so light and gentle that the pain eased off within a few seconds.

Gee, what a nice guy!

To show him my gratitude, I snuggled in a little closer. He pinched my nipple playfully and in a way that didn't hurt. I thought the gesture was kind of cute and I slid my left arm across his lap to pinch his knee. What I encountered was the biggest hard on I had ever touched. He was wearing stretch pants with a drawstring in front and it didn't feel as if he had worn any underwear. No wonder he was so sympathetic...he must have left his house in a rage after his wife pissed him off. What's wrong with marriages these days? It seems like nobody gets along anymore.

Well, I sure knew how it felt to be that upset, so I rubbed his hard on to let him know I understood and I cared. He was really big and so stiff I laid my head against his chest to sneak a listen to his heart to see if he was really alive, or if it was maybe rigor mortis or something. His heart was working, all right. In fact it was nearly jumping out of his chest. The faster I stroked his dick, the harder the beat. It felt good to have this kind of power over a man, but now I became aware of something else; I was becoming sexually aroused. How embarrassing! I'm sure that wasn't this poor lonely man's intention. Oh what could I do to apologize for my wanton body, and mind? I lifted my head and kissed his neck lightly. I guess I even did that wrong, because he squirmed as if it tickled. Poor guy, my touch must be too light. I sucked his neck and he pushed toward me. Good! I'd finally found something he liked. I sucked harder, circling his warm skin with my tongue, he slid down a bit in the seat and stuck his hand down my pants.

Oh shit! I didn't realize how wet I was. I wondered if he had another napkin from McDonald's but I didn't have the nerve to ask him, after all we hadn't even been introduced and I didn't want to seem pushy or anything. I was really juicy and he knew about my clit. He went right for it, sort of like a pigeon knows how to dive for its nest. I mean he was sitting there one minute and boom--the next second he was on my clit. Now he was really getting into it and I wondered for a moment if the people behind us could see his arm moving up and down. I heard embarrassing click, click, click, click sounds coming from my soupy twat as he rubbed away on my clit and I hoped no one else could hear. It was bad enough that he heard it. Now he would know I was thinking of sex. Poor guy -- I'm sure he was only trying to be nice to a lady who'd been crying.

My God, that felt good!

I stuck my hand inside his sweat pants and retrieved his throbbing dong. It popped up over the top of the loose drawstring waistband like a sail on a ship. I slid my hand up and down the masthead until it quivered and I heard him suppress a moan.

He stuck two fingers up my hole and rubbed my clit with his thumb. Oh fuck! I was going to cum. Right there in the movie theater with all other people around I was going to cum.

Oh no! The nice man was breathing faster and his prick quivered again in my hand. In fact it gave a cute little jerk and that's what my husband's always did just before he...

Oh! Oh! I was cumming and so was he...oh shit, where would he put all that big load of sperm? He must be frantic worrying about it.

Oh! Oh! My legs opened wide and I felt wave after hot wave of delight spasming through my body as I exploded into a gigantic orgasm. I jerked my pussy upward to meet his stiff, thrusting fingers. His dick quivered again and it was so big I thought it might poke up over the seat in front of us. He was going to cum and it was going to jet all over the elaborately decorated ceiling. Without even stopping to ask permission I rammed my mouth down over his hot shaft, being careful not to nip him with my teeth. He pushed upward at the same time and his dick went halfway down my throat, but that was okay because he shot a wild wad of love juice right at that moment and it filled my mouth and throat so well that the dick slid easily and my throat didn't feel sore.

I couldn't very well ask for another napkin with all that cum and a dick in my mouth so, being very ladylike, I demurely swallowed everything that wasn't pure cock. His member quickly returned to a normal size and then the poor little thing slid weak and exhausted out of my mouth. I tucked it back inside the sweat pants and gave it a gentle little pat. After all he had been so comforting and kind to me when I had been so upset. I certainly wouldn't want him to feel embarrassed now.

He wiped his sticky hand on my thick bush and sat up, slowly withdrawing his arm. At first I felt unhappy with feeling alone so soon after sharing such an intimate moment, but then I felt warm and happy when I saw he was only reaching for another napkin. I thought it would be for him, but he handed it to me.

What a swell guy!

He smiled and kissed the top of my head, as he handed me the napkin. It was so beautifully romantic that I started to cry again. I guess he knew the effect he would have on me and that was why he had the napkin ready to hand over so quickly.

Not wanting to embarrass me, he suddenly stood and was gone. Every time I see a white paper napkin from McDonald's I'll remember the day I sat at the movies with the nicest man I've ever met.